Just a pot...

But in places like Jiujiang Prefecture and Jizhou where natural disasters are rampant, it is really not a trivial matter.

During the previous dynasty, there was a practice of three families sharing a pot and a kitchen knife. After the establishment of the Great Chu Dynasty, although the world was peaceful and the lives of the people gradually became rich, for ordinary people, an iron pot was still a very valuable kitchen utensil at home, and it was very common for generations to pass on. More people also used tiled pots or casseroles, and families who could use iron pots were also a few wealthy families.

Not to mention that the little girl's back was torn apart by the boy, the bacon that was exposed was as big as a small arm.

It was also Ni Canghai who was used to the wealthy life in the capital these days, and almost forgot to take the blame on the little girl. It was indeed a bit too conspicuous.

"You two damn thieves!"

Seeing another weak and dirty child trying to push himself, the boy was so angry that he waved his hand and wanted to slap the little girl in the face.

But……

The palm that had just reached out was swung into the air, and was stopped by another palm and stopped in the air.

"you!"

When the boy's wrist hurt, he raised his head and saw a tall black shadow wearing a hat and holding his wrist with his broad right hand.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

The boy was shocked and angry.

"That friend, please let him go."

At this time, the strong man riding horse also got off the horse and walked over, looked at the slander, and frowned slightly.

"I bought this pot."

When Ni Canghai heard this, he let go of the boy's wrist, reached into his arms, threw a piece of silver over, and was caught by the strong bodyguard.

Five taels of broken silver!

Wang, who has been placing wards for many years, can instantly estimate the approximate weight in his hand, so he was surprised that this black pot and bacon are not worth five taels of silver.

"Who wants your money? I'm my pot, I won't sell it!"

The boy was extremely excited. It seemed that this pot was not a simple cooking utensil for cooking. I think ordinary people would not engrave their own names on the handle of the pot.

"Forget it, Xiaowen."

After patting the boy's shoulder, Wang Yifu threw the silver to Ni Canghai and said lightly: "Sorry, even if the silver is forgot, this pot was left to him by his parents and cannot be sold."

What the hell?

Parents leave a pot for their children?

Ni Canghai twitched his mouth, and he really couldn't understand the idea of ​​his parents.

No matter what, the boy would not sell the pot. After taking back the pot, he snatched the bacon from the little girl, glared at the two little girls and Ni Canghai fiercely, and turned around and asked, "Uncle Wang, what should these thieves do?"

"Xiao Wen, forget it, don't cause trouble."

If it were just two little girls, the mate Wang would not care, but the man wearing a hat in front of him made the mate Wang subconsciously feel a little afraid. It was obviously not worth it to take action for a pot and a piece of bacon.

"Your caravan should have extra pots and dry food, right?"

After Ni Canghai glanced at the snatch of the pot, he was at a loss and was frightened. He threw the broken silver over again.

Wang's escort had no choice but to take the broken silver. Before he could speak, the boy next to him shouted: "If you have any extra pot, I won't give it to you thieves."

"Okay, Xiaowen, you go back first."

Master Wang had no choice but to the boy in front of him, so he pushed him back hard, called another person in charge to come over, said a few words, and handed the money to him. Not long after, the manager came over with a pot and some bacon and dry food.

Things that can be solved with money are not troublesome.

The two confused little girls brought the casserole, dry food and bacon again. The trooper Wang urged him, and the young man who was angry got on the horse and followed the caravan to continue walking forward.

Although many people in this caravan were curious about the three people of Ni Canghai, no one stopped. Soon the caravan gradually moved away from Ni Canghai's sight and disappeared on the horizon of the official road.

Walking and stopping, Ni Canghai took out the Dachu Geometric Map to check his geographical location, while looking back from time to time to avoid losing two little radishes. Yes, these two little girls really look like maldeveloped little radishes, and they sway when walking, especially as sisters, the little girl with a black casserole on her back, which makes her look even more difficult.

But things are destined to have a surprising change.

When Ni Canghai and the two little girls turned over a bare hill, what caught his eye was the caravan that had been away from before. However, the caravan was still good before, and it was now in a chaotic battle.

Just as Ni Canghai thought before, Jiujiang Prefecture encountered a severe drought that was rare in a century. Although there were many refugees, few refugees dared to gather people to rebel against the government. But this does not mean that there were no refugees who dared not gather people to become bandits and looted the business trips along the way.

At this time, the caravan was looted by hundreds of bandits. Perhaps in other places, the escort agency said something nice to say and gave some money to pass, but in places like Jiujiang Prefecture, this trick is absolutely useless.

Except for not daring to rob the government's grain team, these bandits were hungry and did not give anyone face, and encountered a robbery.

Of course, facing a caravan with hundreds of people, most of the bandits may not have the ability to rob, but at this time the bandits who looted the caravan were just large bandits with more than seven or eight hundred people. They were swarming around the mountains and fields with shadows of bandits, and they rushed towards the caravan below frantically.

Although these bandits did not have real swords and guns, they could not compare with the caravan's bodyguards in terms of weapons. However, they were very clever to saw the wood into sharp wooden guns, and the one-meter-long wooden guns were stabbed from a long distance. No matter how good the martial arts masters were, they would be stabbed to death if they were not careful.

"Hey, there must be a capable person among these bandits."

Ni Canghai exclaimed in surprise.

Ordinary bandits are all rushing around, and at least one or two hundred of these bandits in front of them know how to advance and retreat together. It is obvious that they have been trained for some time, no less than ordinary soldiers in the city.

Therefore, the bandits clearly did not have real guns, but they just stood in a row with sharpened wooden guns, and dozens of people stabbed straight. The corpses cut one of them and couldn't avoid the other wooden guns. They screamed and fell to the ground and died.

Just as Ni Canghai was in shock, there were more than a dozen people standing there staring at the scene below the mountain.

"Haha, I didn't expect that the military advisor is really a capable person. After only one and a half months of training, these old-fashioned scum can play such a great role."

The burly man laughed wildly, looking surprised.
Chapter completed!